Being Sick Sucks
Pop Quiz: What's the quickest way to derail any positive forward momentum that a blog and its blogger had going for it going into the New Year? How do you find a way to not be able to accomplish any of the things you wanted, no, needed to do in your last week of winter break? What's the best way to lose a week of your life and never get it back?
Answer: Get sick.
Monday evening, I got walloped by a doozy of an illness, from which I still have not fully recovered. For the first few days, I barely left my apartment. The one exception came Tuesday afternoon... because it hit 70 degrees in Syracuse in January and dammit, I was gonna at least get to experience it a little. For the most part, however, I spent my week indoors confined to the barcalounger, covered in a blanket, feeling like crap. Now I'm at the point where I feel normal for stretches, but if I have to do a lot or stress over something, my tank will hit E as soon as I let up for even a minute. Kinda like having to keep your motor running to keep your battery from dying.
I've had this particular bug before. I don't know what it's called, but I previously suffered its wrath during my one-semester "senior year" at Susquehanna University. It came on the first week of November... and when you're in your last semester of college and you have a radio job and you really have no time to be sick, a bug like this takes its sweet time going to town on you. I can thank it for completely wiping out my 21st birthday (night of drunken excess? not when you're zonked out on meds). I hit the exhaustion stage while trying to promote an on-campus Smash Mouth concert; the concert itself was the best show ever, but what I remember most is the concert ending, me turning to leave... and almost passing out. That night, I missed a chance to party with the band. Then for an encore, this bug decided to rewind to the "feel like death" stage for a few more days before I FINALLY got relief in the form of "Thanksgiving break."
So that's my getting sick story... Next time, I'll go back to the real reason you read this blog: me whining about OTHER PEOPLE, instead of MYSELF.
Answer: Get sick.
Monday evening, I got walloped by a doozy of an illness, from which I still have not fully recovered. For the first few days, I barely left my apartment. The one exception came Tuesday afternoon... because it hit 70 degrees in Syracuse in January and dammit, I was gonna at least get to experience it a little. For the most part, however, I spent my week indoors confined to the barcalounger, covered in a blanket, feeling like crap. Now I'm at the point where I feel normal for stretches, but if I have to do a lot or stress over something, my tank will hit E as soon as I let up for even a minute. Kinda like having to keep your motor running to keep your battery from dying.
I've had this particular bug before. I don't know what it's called, but I previously suffered its wrath during my one-semester "senior year" at Susquehanna University. It came on the first week of November... and when you're in your last semester of college and you have a radio job and you really have no time to be sick, a bug like this takes its sweet time going to town on you. I can thank it for completely wiping out my 21st birthday (night of drunken excess? not when you're zonked out on meds). I hit the exhaustion stage while trying to promote an on-campus Smash Mouth concert; the concert itself was the best show ever, but what I remember most is the concert ending, me turning to leave... and almost passing out. That night, I missed a chance to party with the band. Then for an encore, this bug decided to rewind to the "feel like death" stage for a few more days before I FINALLY got relief in the form of "Thanksgiving break."
So that's my getting sick story... Next time, I'll go back to the real reason you read this blog: me whining about OTHER PEOPLE, instead of MYSELF.
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